It was a fist-sized finger, quietly suspended in the air, with strange lines inscribed on it, as if it could swallow all the moisture in the air and gather it.

"go with!"

Zhao Yi exhausted all his strength, even the uncontrolled evil spirit in his body became thinner. The finger dropped and the earth shook. In the surrounding space, there is the sound of waves beating!

The seemingly mighty finger appeared extremely small in front of the strongest zombie, and a wave of corpse aura entangled. It turned into a giant mace, and the air seemed to be torn between the waves!

The strongest zombie first strikes to be strong, waving a mace, and slamming away at Zhao Yi. Zhao Yi moved his fingers, struggling to overload his entire body, and flew out at this moment.

There was no imaginary blast, the "fingers" that flew out did not seem to encounter any obstacles, not only easily destroying the mace, but also easily penetrating the body of the strongest zombie.

"Do not!"

The King of Ling Ling shouted. The strongest zombie suffered irreversible damage under his unwilling gaze, and the entire huge body turned into corpse Qi, disintegrating into the air.

"Puff!"

The strongest zombie was wiped out, and the God King Ciling was also violently backlashed, his body was illusory. It became even more illusory, as if a breeze could blow him away directly!

"Is it over..."

The corners of Zhao Yi's mouth raised slightly, keeping the last trace of clarity, and being ruthlessly swallowed by weakness, a thin suffocation. Like a prairie fire, it started to reignite, trying to occupy every inch of the body.

"brother!"

Zhao Qin, who was hiding by the side, was also stunned by this scene. She trot to Zhao Yi quickly, conveying his divine power.

"Hahaha! Woman, it's useless, his sense of autonomy has disappeared, just like a zombie controlled by me!"

Because the power of the backlash was about to dissipate, God King Ciling saw Zhao Yi's final result. He smiled madly, the war spirit puppet that had destroyed him was also exhausted because of his points. Like a statue sticking in place.

"Although this kid is not the best choice, but in order to protect himself. This is the only way to go!"

God King Tsiling's eyes flickered, and he rushed up quickly while Zhao Yi was gradually being eroded by the evil spirit.

With that appearance, he was actually planning to possess Zhao Yi's body!

"Hey... the same way, you can't play it a second time in front of me!"

Just when the God King Ciling arrived in front of Zhao Yi, a cry sounded strangely from his ears, a jade flute carrying bursts of black air and strange rhythms. Sweeping toward the King of Ling Ling.

"What is this! It's painful, stop it!"

The rhythm sounded, and at the same time, the black energy kept entangled around the body of God King Ciling, and he held his head in pain. The illusory body is beginning to show signs of disappearing!

"Boy! Stop it, you can promise you whatever you want!"

God King Tsiling raised his head with difficulty, and saw Xiao Huzi playing the jade flute indifferently, enveloping him with divine power, letting its power rise to the next level.

"It's late! And... the'Tianhunzhi' I want is gone in the entire tomb!"

Little Huzi was indifferent, and when the King of Lingshen completely disappeared, he finished playing, and the cold voice came from his mouth. It is hard to imagine that it came from a child under ten.